By Guest Blogger, Leila Brummer aged 13. One winter’s morning I was out feeding the horses in their paddocks. Everything seemed just like...

My journey starts with me standing on the viewpoint looking out over the confluence of the Shashe River joining the Limpopo,

As three passionate and avid conservationists, we dread the phone calls that come in, “A pride of lions have been poisoned”, “Cheetah killed